It says “Remember your love affairs.Remember since it is your turn.There is no reason for you not to cryWith your memories on your sleeves”

And I go over those that remain.My twenty years make the drum beat.I see the gestures fighting amongst themselves.All the comedy of love affairsOn this tune which always goes…

Padam… padam… padam…The ‘I love you’s of July the fourteenth. (Bastille Day)Padam… padam… padam…The ‘always’ that they buy at a discount.Padam… padam… padam…The ‘do you want’s are here in bundles.And all that only to stumble, just at the corner of the streetOn the tune that recognized me

Listen to the uproar that it makes for me

As if my whole past was on parade

It is necessary to keep some sadness for later.I have an entire sol-fa on this tune that beats…That beats like a wooden heart